This week’s prompt is Santa from Esther’s stable
Elle Fish, the head trainer for Santa
Taught his reindeer to trot and to canter.
When asked why she stayed,
Being so underpaid
Said, ‘They’re dears, with the best line in banter.’
And I submitted this to Chel’s Terrible Poetry comp. Go there. Participate. You know it makes sense, unlike my poetry…
All hope’s gone, all is lost.
She loves me, she loves me nost.
I gave her flowers. a sort of red.
They had thorns, so she bled
Out. Now she’s a gost…